They made it to the bedroom, which to his surprise remained as red and gaudy as it had been when Rosie had once given him a tour of the place. But he didn’t have any time to indulge in his study because Justine shut the door behind them and pushed him against it, then kissed him senseless.

Her hand found its way down his pants, and his eyes rolled up his head. “No,” he moaned, “not yet. Gonna come to soon.”

She grinned against his mouth, and he turned them around so that her back was at the door. She yanked his shirt off while he toed off his shoes then pulled off her dress, leaving her in a lacy bra and panties. Not enough, not even close.

He knelt, pulled her panties to the side, and closed his mouth over her.

Heady with her scent, he licked and sucked her into an orgasm that had her yelling his name as she clutched his hair. Shivering, she gradually stopped gripping his head, pushing her fingers through his hair with urgency.

He kissed his way up her body after pulling her panties off. When he got to her bra, he unfastened it with shaky hands, so full of Justine that nothing else mattered.

Once her bra dropped, he feasted on her full breasts, sucking her nipples and wanting to get closer.

“Xavier,” she pleaded and urged him to kiss her again.

While they kissed, she unsnapped his jeans, but he stilled her.

“Get them off,” she insisted.

“Bossy, hmm?” He smiled, and she smiled back. He pushed down his jeans and underwear, not surprised to find it sticking to him, his arousal evident.

Before he could get to his socks, Justine pushed him to sit at the edge of her bed and knelt.

The sight of her between his legs had him aching, so ready to come. She took her time removing his socks, and when she kissed her way up his calves to his inner thighs, he nearly lost it.

“Justine, I’m not going to last. You are so fucking hot.”

She smiled at him, and he noticed a dimple that should have made her cute and instead made her adorably sexy. “I like you hot. You and I mesh.”

“I want to mesh with you so much,” he said with a fervency that made her laugh.

“Don’t come yet.”

“I’m trying not to.” He stared at her breasts, her long hair waving over her shoulders, offering him teasing glimpses of her nipples. Her hips ideal for him to hold onto while she’d ride him.

Then she pushed his legs wider and kissed his inner thighs, eventually licking her way to his balls.

“Yes, oh yeah, please,” he urged, not sure what he was asking for.

Justine sucked his balls then ran her clever tongue up his shaft and licked him so that a burst of fluid shot into her mouth. Not an orgasm, not yet, but so close...

“Yum. Salty sweet,” she said from between his legs.